Post by Aiden Mumble on Dec 12, 2017 21:23:44 GMT -5
Perhaps it was something about the snow. The way it made everything bright and blank for a while. The way it built up over time and distorted the surface of the world. Aiden felt just a little safer here and away from the school. Instead of all the drama and issues she'd built up slowly crushing down on her, it felt more like they were chained to her ankle. They were still there, but easier to tolerate knowing she had a holiday to put them off.
She'd written a letter to Hinrik and didn't regret it so much that she had a panic attack which was actually a pretty big deal. Not feeling like she had to actively defend herself made Aiden reveal in her exhaustion more than usual. It was harder to get out of bed. Sometimes even drinking felt like too much effort. Every now and again she'd sort of fight with herself in lieu of having someone else on hand. She'd written in her journal and all but worked herself into a tizzy about being stupidly afraid about writing to Hinrik. What did she care what he thought anyway?
Aiden was simply out for a walk to keep herself from lying in bed and thinking too much, when she came across the wishing well. Stupid concept. Even if it worked, which Aiden was sure it might, the notion seemed childish. What would she wish for anyway? More booze? She'd already stocked up at the store. She'd not wish for happiness she didn't feel she deserved. Maybe she'd make a wish to help someone else. Aiden wasn't much of a friend, but guilt had been riddling her over Mordred. Things were still not what they were and she'd done her part to keep it that way. Still, Mordred was a person that was here and near enough to the wishing well to make a wish for himself. He'd do a better job deciding what he needed than she would. She'd have to find some other complicated way to try and make things a little better.
Hinrik, however, was not here. Hinrik was off battle monsters in constant danger. Even he had admitted that they may not need him much longer. Did he want to come back? Was he tired too? Like she had thought many times before: she didn't love him or anything, but she didn't want him to die. She wasn't some kind of psychopath. Maybe it was stupid, but Aiden truly didn't think anything would come of it. Even if her wish did come true he could always hop in a portal or something and return to where he was needed. Whatever. No one was around. He'd likely never even hear about it, but maybe a wish could keep him alive. What if she did nothing, he died, and this could have saved him? She really had no choice at this point.
Folding her arms and leaning her elbows on the well, she looked down into the darkness. She drew her head back up to nervously check once more that she was along before staring back down and focusing on her wish.
I wish...
She hesitated and looked up again, embarrassed by the irritating foolishness of it all. She reminded herself of the guilt she'd feel if he died and she didn't wish.
I wish Hinrik was back here safe.
And then, as if she'd just done something she wasn't supposed too, Aiden straightened up and hurried away back toward her cabin.
She'd written a letter to Hinrik and didn't regret it so much that she had a panic attack which was actually a pretty big deal. Not feeling like she had to actively defend herself made Aiden reveal in her exhaustion more than usual. It was harder to get out of bed. Sometimes even drinking felt like too much effort. Every now and again she'd sort of fight with herself in lieu of having someone else on hand. She'd written in her journal and all but worked herself into a tizzy about being stupidly afraid about writing to Hinrik. What did she care what he thought anyway?
Aiden was simply out for a walk to keep herself from lying in bed and thinking too much, when she came across the wishing well. Stupid concept. Even if it worked, which Aiden was sure it might, the notion seemed childish. What would she wish for anyway? More booze? She'd already stocked up at the store. She'd not wish for happiness she didn't feel she deserved. Maybe she'd make a wish to help someone else. Aiden wasn't much of a friend, but guilt had been riddling her over Mordred. Things were still not what they were and she'd done her part to keep it that way. Still, Mordred was a person that was here and near enough to the wishing well to make a wish for himself. He'd do a better job deciding what he needed than she would. She'd have to find some other complicated way to try and make things a little better.
Hinrik, however, was not here. Hinrik was off battle monsters in constant danger. Even he had admitted that they may not need him much longer. Did he want to come back? Was he tired too? Like she had thought many times before: she didn't love him or anything, but she didn't want him to die. She wasn't some kind of psychopath. Maybe it was stupid, but Aiden truly didn't think anything would come of it. Even if her wish did come true he could always hop in a portal or something and return to where he was needed. Whatever. No one was around. He'd likely never even hear about it, but maybe a wish could keep him alive. What if she did nothing, he died, and this could have saved him? She really had no choice at this point.
Folding her arms and leaning her elbows on the well, she looked down into the darkness. She drew her head back up to nervously check once more that she was along before staring back down and focusing on her wish.
I wish...
She hesitated and looked up again, embarrassed by the irritating foolishness of it all. She reminded herself of the guilt she'd feel if he died and she didn't wish.
I wish Hinrik was back here safe.
And then, as if she'd just done something she wasn't supposed too, Aiden straightened up and hurried away back toward her cabin.
